Come On With Me Poem by Ruben Tover

What a day to be in the Sun,
Come on with me and have some fun.
What a day for flying high,
What a day for suicide.

You can come tomorrow
But don't you be late.
Be here at Seven,
No later than Eight.
If you come at Eleven
I'll lock my gate.

We can go above the sky,
With delight that fills your eye.
We can go below the ground
And back upside down.

There must be time for us,
Not to miss but catch the bus.
We can make it a big flap flop.
Or we can make it to the top.
There's no reason to be below,
We can make it with a Go, Go, Go!